They’re at that stage where so much desire streams between them, so
much frank need and want, so much absorption in the other and the self and the self-admiring entity and unity they make— her mouth so full, breast so lifted, head thrown back so far in her laughter at his laughter, he so solid, planted, oaky, firm, so resonantly factual in the headiness of being craved so, she almost wreathed upon him as they intertwine again, touch again, cheek, lip, shoulder, brow, every glance moving toward the sexual, every glance away soaring back in flame into the sexual— that just to watch them is to feel again that hitching in the groin, that fill- ing of the heart, the old, sore heart, the battered, foundered, faithful heart, snorting again, stamping in its stall.
Yes, winter is a pain. I say that, looking forward to temps in the 60's forecast for the weekend. But I remember well the severe winters that many of you may be experiencing right now.
This video reminds us of an important winter survival skill: the ability to recognize the season as an amazing natural phenomenon, to be moved and renewed by its beauty and power, and to stand in awe before the majesty of Winter.